Definitely like kids. Definitely like friends. Definitely like I’m the manager of an asylum. Definitely like too many people stuck inside my head vying for attention.
I would probably say they’re the most like friends though. The kind of friends you are with your cousins or siblings. You love them because they’re yours, and you’re stuck with them, and you truly do love them for who they are, but man, it would be nice to have a break from them sometimes XD But you would miss them the instant they left, if they did.
My characters are part of me. If they suddenly disappeared from existence, a HUGE part of me would vanish with them. My brain would be 67% empty and lonely and hollow. My characters are very comforting to me; I can always count on them to be there, in the back of my mind, bickering with each other and ready to tell me more about themselves.
They drive me crazy and throw plot twists at me, kindly let me know when two stories have merged (or have always been the same, I just didn’t realize it), or suddenly two previously-unrelated characters are now brothers (looking at you, Simon and Elias).
But I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Tomorrow: What keeps your working on this WIP?